A Certain Paid Parking Lot
"What? He paid thirty-eight thousand?!"
Two young girls at the parking lot management desk displayed looks of great shock. Clearly, they hadn't expected Su Cheng to actually pay thirty-eight thousand.
These two girls were Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying.
Following the driver's tip that Su Cheng might encounter more trouble later, they had rushed here, hoping to convert the fake receipt into a real one.
They had even used their elders' connections to contact the highest authority of this parking lot beforehand.
But surprisingly, Su Cheng had actually paid thirty-eight thousand!
Before coming, they thought the old lady had just done something foolish out of anger.
Su Cheng knew nothing about all of this.
But looking at this incident,
It was clearly all his careful design.
How could any normal person pay such an astronomical parking fee of thirty-eight thousand?!
This meant Su Cheng had calculated all the subsequent troubles in advance.
He even anticipated the vehicle would be damaged when he first parked it.
Therefore, this also meant he had predicted the old lady would lock the car.
Though they didn't know how he managed it.
But probably only Su Cheng himself knew.
At this moment, the shock in both girls' hearts was beyond words.
Outside the Paid Parking Lot
"So how did he make that old lady lock the car without her knowing?"
"Yeah, could he possibly predict the future or use hypnosis?"
"I don't know either, it defies all logic."
A mature woman in the driver's seat narrowed her eyes, with an unusual gleam in their depths: "However, my assessment of him is that he's deeply calculating, understands human nature profoundly, and is unfathomable."
"Indeed, those who get into Flame City Private Academy are no ordinary people."
Beside her, Zhao Yan, with her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, raised her head, complex emotions flickering in her gaze.
Since they weren't following anymore, she had removed her disguise, dressed coolly but not vulgarly today, giving off a sweet yet spicy and cool girl vibe.
"But this also..."
Xuan Ying hesitated, her expression complicated, as if some words were difficult to voice.
Today she wasn't wearing her school uniform but a black dress, and her usual straight-banged hair was tied up, revealing her pristine neck, making her look pure and cute.
"No wonder, so you're students from Flame City Private Academy!"
The female driver exclaimed, then teased Zhao Yan: "He's not your boyfriend, is he?"
Hearing this, both girls' faces turned red simultaneously. Zhao Yan lowered her head in silence, but her expression told the driver that he indeed wasn't.
"How did you know?"
Zhao Yan raised her head, puzzled, asking the driver.
The driver explained: "You don't understand him at all."
Hearing this, Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying exchanged glances.
Indeed, they didn't understand him at all.
They had wanted to protect Su Cheng before.
Thinking about it now, that idea was really naive.
Now it seemed Su Cheng was not only capable but also very calculating. It would be good enough if he didn't bully others, let alone need their help.
Thinking back on various previous incidents, they suddenly began to understand everything.
Why Senior Ji would condescend to personally invite him to join the club, and Eddie's father's handwritten letter.
These were clearly attitudes of recruitment and favor!
It seemed Senior Ji had investigated Su Cheng early on and knew of his extraordinary nature.
...
"Quick, get in the car!"
Suddenly, the female driver glanced behind them and urgently called out to the two.
Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying snapped back to reality and instinctively looked back.
The sight made their faces fill with panic.
In the distance, Su Cheng was casually riding a bicycle towards them, looking very relaxed.
"What are you waiting for?!"
The driver urged, anxiety in her voice.
"Oh! Right!!!"
Seeing this, Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying forgot about dignity and politeness, quickly opened the car door and got in.
"Phew... fortunately he didn't see us."
The driver wiped sweat from her forehead, speaking with lingering fear.
Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying also sighed in relief upon hearing her words.
"Did he go into the parking lot?"
"What's he doing there?"
"Maybe getting back the thirty-eight thousand?"
"Huh?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying's faces showed confusion, and Zhao Yan spoke: "But wouldn't that undo everything if he takes it back?"
If the other party called the police, then Su Cheng taking the money would be treated as fraud.
"Maybe he reached some agreement with the car owner?"
The female driver frowned, then suddenly shook her head: "No, there's no reason for him to reach an agreement and reconcile. He wouldn't do something so foolish, because this is revenge, and students from your school aren't short of money."
"Then what exactly did he go there for?"
Zhao Yan frowned, growing more curious.
"Then there's only one possibility left."
The driver said, looking at the two girls.
Zhao Yan slightly furrowed her brows, Xuan Ying nodded, both waiting for her to continue.
"It means Chen Daming won't call the police anymore."
The driver said, her eyes somewhat grave.
"How did he manage that?!"
"How could he prevent them from calling the police without reaching an agreement?!"
"Have you forgotten about the old lady locking the car?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying's faces turned serious as they fell into thought.
"However, there's another possibility..."
The driver continued: "Of course, I'm just assuming, but if while we weren't there, he did something..."
Saying this, she put her hand to her neck and made a beheading gesture.
"Ah!!!!"
Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying both shuddered at her words.
"That's impossible!"
"No way!!"
They exclaimed almost in unison, unable to accept this answer.
It was simply inconceivable, too outrageous.
How could they accept Su Cheng suddenly becoming a murderer?
"Let's go to his apartment to find out."
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Yan said to the driver.
"Alright, I'll drive you there right away!"
Hearing this, the driver's face also turned grave as she started the car and headed towards Su Cheng's apartment.
They couldn't delay any longer; they had to clarify things as soon as possible.
.....................
"What, he went crazy?"
"Had a mental breakdown?!"
"And was forcibly taken away by the mental hospital?!"
At this moment, upon hearing the news, both girls fell into unprecedented contemplation.
An eerie silence fell over the car.
Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying looked at each other, neither speaking.
After a long while, Zhao Yan was the first to break the silence, asking in a trembling voice: "Are you sure?"
Hearing this, the female driver also fell silent for a moment, then nodded: "I asked the security guard, he saw it with his own eyes."
Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying fell silent again.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
